The new Coiled Serpent Guild branch's manager stared at the teenager, searching for any crack in the mask she felt quite strongly was being worn by the girl. As someone who worked to keep up with her appearance on top of her work ethic, Dima was quite sensitive over the 'apparent' effortless poise the heiress held.
Still, her questioning of the reason why one room might be 'bad' was delivered without any tone of accusation... affecting casual curiosity instead of the heart-pounding worry that was her reality.
"Well of course that's because the afternoon sun can be quite harsh on the other side of the building. I would have felt terrible if you had to deal with that glare all day."
Dima felt her face heat. The teenager had certainly already known which office was 'superior' of the two that looked so similar. The branch manager, by official order, was starting to feel that no matter what she chose… the one with better light would be hers.
